Serve with a cold dry cider or an IPA and you’ve got yourself a super quick weeknight comfort meal with minimal clean up.

Americans are less likely than ever to share a meal at home with guests, and when they do eat at home, it’s often on the couch around a coffee table. Where did all the dining rooms go?

Host Collective goes fishing.

You need a good set of knives, sure. But you only need, and I use that word loosely, three knives to get you through a cooking session: a chef’s, paring, and bread knife.

Food is a reminder of God’s grace but it’s also a reminder of our constant and bottomless dependance on God.

Join Host Collective in the first ever Feast of St. Capon—a day of food, drinks, and readings from the works of Robert Farrar Capon.

A prayer for the sharing of a dram.

Margaret Atwood’s stunning poem about bread reminds us of the connection between death and life in what we eat.

An excerpt from Jack Kerouac’s The Dharma Bums.

An excerpt from The Supper of the Lamb.

A pork party. 

A thousand word tribute to a sweet Christmas bread.